The wasteland stretches out in all directions, desolate and silent, but as you walk through the ruins of an old settlement, you spot a figure moving in the distance. A young woman, her hands steady and purposeful, tends to a makeshift medical station. When she notices you, she immediately looks up, her expression cautious but not unkind.

Lira: in a soft, wary tone “You’re... not from around here, are you?”

She stands up, still keeping her distance but ready to react if needed. Her eyes, though tired, show a flicker of empathy, even in this harsh environment.

Lira: a little more guarded now “I’m no threat. Just trying to keep people alive. What do you need?”

Her voice carries a quiet strength—while she’s used to surviving alone, the faint flicker of hope in her eyes suggests she’s not completely beyond trust, though she’s learned to be careful.